Tuesday, 30 November 2021

ALL-TIME CLASSIC MOVIE FAVOURITES – IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946)

 “It’s A Wonderful Life” is a fantasy family drama co-written and Directed by Frank Capra based on the story by Philip Van Doren Stern.

The film is a slightly dark, almost bittersweet tale of a savings and loan manager George Bailey (James Stewart), a bit an earnest do-gooder who struggles against a greedy banker Mr. Potter (Lionel Barrymore) and his own self-doubting nature in a small town.

After suffering a financial catastrophe, he see’s suicide as a possible solution to his predicament only to be rescued by a whimsical, endearing, trainee-angel named Clarence (Henry Travers).

However its only when George says he wished he had never been born that Clarence is able to show him what life would be like for his mother (Beulah Bondi) and Uncle Billy (Thomas Mitchell), his friends Ernie, Bert and Violet, (Frank Faylen, Ward Bond and Gloria Grahame), former employer Mr. Gower (H.B. Warner) and his loving wife Mary (Donna Reed), in a world in which he had never existed.

So, George Bailey, after years of feeling trapped in a small town finally recognizes his life to be wonderful and truly rich.

A typical performance by the ever-dependable James Stewart and ably supported by the beautiful Donna Reed and the incomparable Lionel Barrymore as the grasping villain of the piece.

It’s definitely not the kind of film that would be made today as it is definitely on the schmaltzy side and nobody seems to write happy endings anymore, but no Christmas would be complete without watching Frank Capra’s Christmas classic.
Even thought it was not a success at the box office at the time, it is now one of the most popular and heart-warming films ever made...

ARE YOU WEARING A RED CHRISTMAS OUTFIT?

 

Are you wearing a red Christmas outfit?

You look very beautiful in it

In fact you look very cute

In your Santa’s little helper suit

A Christmas hat sits atop your curls

In a way only suited to girls

A beautiful red velvet dress

And white fur trim to impress

Striped woollen legs of red and white

Are they stocking or tights?

Stockings would be in reason

More in keeping with the season

But I would not disparage woolly tights

They too have their own delights

Come and help me trim the tree

And say you dressed this way for me?

CHRISTMAS FARE

 

There has never been a good time to be poor

Certainly not Christmas

As Dickens wrote

“This time when want is keenly felt by the poor”

And there has never been a good place to be poor

Certainly not Victorian London

Now a wealthy Victorian family

Would dine upon a Christmas dinner

Of Vegetable soup

Oyster patties,

Roast turkey or goose,

Boiled leg of mutton with caper sauce

Followed by Port wine jelly,

Mince pies and plum pudding

Queen Victoria is known to have eaten roast swan

While in the country

A piece of Smoked bacon

Or rabbit pie was had

The poor in town or country

Dined upon whatever could be found

HAPPY STRESSLESS

 

A good friend of mine

Does his Christmas shopping

In less than two hours

With decs for party popping

And Gifts for twenty-five

Friends and family

All on Christmas Eve

Including a six-foot tree

IT’S CHRISTMAS

 

People have been discovering

On a Christmas Morning

That the curse of Christmas

That’s causing the most fuss

Has been unanimously concluded

To be “Batteries not included”

KIDS DON’T UNDERSTAND CHRISTMAS

 

All children think

Christmas just happens

But parents work tirelessly

To bring it about

Months in the planning

Putting things away

Things to add to a special day

Shopping and wrapping

Dressing and decking

Supermarket shopping

The prices heart stopping

Journeying from shop to shop

For the latest must have toy

All made worth while

To see a face lit with joy

CHRISTMAS SHOCKING

 

Well worn festive tunes

Blare out

Hapless faces

Stare out

Faces strained

Bemused, Confused

Lists gripped tight

Pens ticking or deleting

Then onward

Loaded trolleys

Wildly steering

Zig zagging

Aisle to aisle

Every item

Must be had

Gin for her

Beer for dad

Chocs and cakes

Chops and steaks

Turkey, stuffing

Nuts and fruit

Frozen this

Prepacked that

Pop and juice

Something’s loose

Everything ticked

On the tight gripped list

Nothing missed

Merry Christmas wished

Hundreds of pounds

Of Christmas bought

The festivities can begin

Relax in the knowledge

The shops will only be shut

For twenty-four hours

CHRISTMAS RULES

 

Our Christmas fare

Tables heaving

Cupboards overflowing

Contrasts starkly

With our foreign brothers

With meager bowls

Of meal or rice

How would they react?

To our gluttony

 

The homeless survive

On handouts

Of soup and bread

Or half eaten burgers

Discarded in bins

Sleeping in doorways

Or In cardboard boxes

With news paper bedding

 

Should we feel guilt?

For having more than they

For our good fortune

No we shouldn’t

But we should not forget them

We should spare a thought

For the less fortunate

And be charitable

A kind word or deed

Celebrate Christmas

By Christ’s rules

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

 

It was Christmas Eve closing time, nearly

Where a last-minute shopper, frustrated clearly

Was rummaging through the freezer cabinet

At her nearest out of town supermarket

Desperately searching for a frozen turkey

And couldn't find one big enough for her family

Then she saw a young shop assistant pass by

And decided that she would give him a try

"Do these turkeys get any bigger?" she said

Puzzled he replied, "No madam, they're dead."

THE SANTA CLAUSE

When I was a child

I believed in Santa Claus

When I got older

I didn’t believe in Santa Claus

When I became a parent

I was Santa Claus

Now I have grandchildren

I look like Santa Claus

A GIFT FOR MARIA

 

A young man called Paul

Wanted to buy a present

For his new sweetheart Maria

As a Christmas present

 

As they’d not been dating

For a very long duration

He decided to purchase

After careful consideration

A nice pair of gloves,

striking the right note

Not too romantic or personal

So the gloves got his vote

 

Accompanied by Maria’s sister

He went to Harrods and bought

A dainty pair of white gloves

“She will like these” he thought

 

Maria’s sister Susan bought

A pair of panties for herself

But during the wrapping

An error was made on the shelf

 

The assistant mixed up

The gloves and the panties

The sister got the gloves

And Maria got the scanties

 

Without checking Paul sealed

The package along with a note

And sent it to his sweetheart

And this is what he wrote


Dear Maria, I chose these

As I noticed my darling

That you don’t wear any

When we go out in the evening.

 

If not for your sister Susan

I would have got long ones

The type with the buttons,

But Susan wears short ones

That are easier to remove.

They are a delicate shade,

But the shop assistant

where the purchase was made

Showed me the pair she has

That she’d been wearing

and were hardly soiled

After three weeks wearing 

I had her try yours on for me

And she looked really chic

Even though they were

Tight on her a little bit.

 

She told me that her pair

Helps to keep her ring

Clean and shiny, and in fact

And this is interesting

Since she’d begun wearing them.

It hadn’t needed washing

 

I really hope you like them

And wish I were there with you

To put them on you Maria

for the first time I really do

 

As no doubt many other hands

Will have touched them

Before I see you again

Remember when you remove them

To blow into them before

Putting them away and drying 

As they will naturally be

A little damp from wearing

 

Just think how many times

My lips will kiss them
during the coming year.

I hope you will wear them

For me on Friday night
All my love Paul till then

 

P.S. The latest style

Which appears to be growing

Is to wear them folded down

With a little fur showing

IF ONLY YOUR LEFT LEG WAS THANKSGIVING

If only your left leg was Thanksgiving

And your right leg was Christmas day

Then I could devote all of my time

To visiting you between the holidays

 

Friday, 26 November 2021

CHRISTMAS PICKUP # 5

 

When you’re on the pull

If you want to break the ice

Say something funny

Or say something nice

Be complimentary

Or just lie in your endeavour

Be devastatingly witty

Or say something clever

During the Christmas season

Walk up and say something shocking

“How about I slip down your chimney,

After midnight and fill your stocking”

IS SANTA CLAUS REALLY A WOMAN # 4

 

Is Santa Claus really a woman?

Why are we having this debate?

If Santa was a woman

How would she navigate?

My wife got lost last week

In a car park in Ramsgate

THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS

 

The magic of Christmas

Is the Christmas cheer

What a shame it can’t last

Throughout the year

CHRISTMAS PUDDING

 

Christmas pudding

Boiling in the pot

Rich steamed pudding

Hissing in the pot

Christmas pudding

Singing in the pot

Turn the pudding out

Its steaming hot

IN TRUE DICKENSIAN TRADITION

 

In true Dickensian tradition

Amidst the Christmas mayhem

Even in the thronging malls

There are unforced smiles

And pleasantries exchanged

Between people with

Christmas in their hearts

Warm and heartfelt wishes

Given gladly without hesitation

One stranger to another

THE DOORBELL RINGS

 

The doorbell rings to announce

Arrivals from across the miles

And the spirit of the season

Is visible in the Christmas smiles

CHRISTMAS BLESSINGS

 

Throughout this seasonal time

Blessings come to us each day

The trick is to recognise them

So as not to turn them away

WHEN THE CAROLLERS SING

 

When the carollers sing

Their Christmas verses

Open up your hearts

And open up your purses

THE THING THAT I ENJOY THE MOST

The thing that I enjoy the most

When Christmas descends

Isn’t giving and receiving gifts

It’s seeing my family and friends

Because when it comes down to it

That’s what counts in the end

THERE IS KNOWLEDGE I NEED TO KNOW # 12

 

There is knowledge I need to know

And I really need to know it soon

Such as how the pipers can tell

When their bagpipes are out of tune

ARE YOU WEARING A THISTLE?

Are you wearing a thistle?

Scotland’s floral emblem

A prickly little symbol

Displayed out of patriotism

SCROOGE and MARLEY (Deceased) – STAVE 5 – THE END OF IT – Verses 3 to 5

 

A POEM by Paul Curtis, BASED ON THE STORY by

Charles Dickens “A CHRISTMAS CAROL”

 

VERSE 3 – CALLING ON A NEPHEW

 


In the afternoon he turned his steps in another direction

Towards his nephew's house to accept his invitation

He passed the door a dozen times before his visit

When he found the courage he made a dash at it

He asked the girl “Is your master at home, my dear?”

“Yes, sir.” She replied in a voice polite and clear

“Where is he, my love?” He said with some finesse.

“He's in the dining-room, along with my mistress

I'll show you up-stairs, if you please.” The girl said

“Thank you. He knows me, he’s my nephew Fred”

Scrooge said, his hand already on the dining-room lock.

“I'll go in here, my dear.” He entered without a knock

He sidled his face in, round the door silent and supple

Fred and his young wife were looking at the laden table

The table was spread in great array for the festivities

And the young housekeeper doubtful about her abilities

“Fred!” said Ebeneezer Scrooge a little fainthearted.

Dear heart alive, how his niece by marriage started.

Scrooge forgot about her sitting in the quiet corner

With footstool, or he would not have startled her

“Why bless my soul!” cried Fred, “Who's that there?”

“It's I. Your Uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner.

Does the invitation hold? Will you let me in, Fred?”

“Let you in? I couldn’t be happier,” the nephew said 

When uncle and wife were introduced Scrooge hesitated

And said “May god forgive me for the years I’ve wasted”

Let him in indeed Fred could not have been happier

He was at home nothing could have been heartier

Scrooge saw that his niece looked just the same.

So did Topper and the plump sister when they came

There was wonderful happiness and much partying.

But he was early at his counting house next morning.


 

VERSE 4 – BACK TO THE COUNTING HOUSE


 

Oh he was early there. If he could only be there first

And catch Bob Cratchit come late! And see him cursed

That was the thing Scrooge had set his heart upon

And so he did and he sat and saw nine o’clock gone

The clock struck nine. No Bob. A quarter past. No Bob.

It was undoubtedly so that he was tardy for his job

He was full eighteen minutes behind his usual time

Bob knew that to Scrooge it was a cardinal crime

Bob’s hat was off even before he opened the door

His comforter too was taken off his neck before

Scrooge sat with his door wide open, so he might see

As Bob Cratchit crept in toward his desk silently

He was on his stool in a jiffy and picked up his pen

An accustomed voice growled “What time is this then?”

“What do you mean by coming here this time of day?”

Bob’s heart sank as he thought he was about to pay

“I am behind my time,” said Bob “I'm very sorry, sir”

“You are” observed Scrooge. “Yes. I think you are.

Step this way, if you please Mr. Cratchit” he said

“It's only once a year, sir, It shall not be repeated.

I was making rather merry yesterday, sir.” he pleaded

“Now, I'll tell you what, my friend,” Scrooge said

“I am not going to stand this sort of thing anymore”

He continued, leaping from his stool “And therefore,”

Then he dug Bob in the arm with his finger quite firmly

And said “And therefore I am about to raise your salary.”

Bob trembled, and thought about calling a constable

Then Scrooge smiled and he felt more uncomfortable

“A merry Christmas, Bob,” He smiled and laughed again

He spoke with an earnestness that could not be mistaken

“A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, I fear”

He continued “Than I have given you for many a year.

I'll raise your salary, and assist your struggling family

I am in earnest Bob and I mean to help you honestly

And we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon,

Over a Christmas bowl in the Saracens Head saloon

Make up the fires, and buy another coalscuttle Bob

Before you dot another I, cross another t or any job!”


 

VERSE 5 – THE END OF IT

 


He was better than his word. He did it all and more rather

And to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father.

He became as good a friend, and master, and man

As anyone in any city, town, borough or world can

Some people laughed to see the great alteration in him,

But Scrooge let them laugh, and he little heeded them

He had no further intercourse with any sort of Spirit

It was said if any man alive had the knowledge of it

That scrooge knew very well how to keep Christmas

And may that always be truly said of us, and all of us!

Now our story of Ebeneezer Scrooge’s redemption is done

And as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One!

IS SANTA CLAUS REALLY A WOMAN # 3

 

Is Santa Claus really a woman?

Let’s silence those objections

How would he navigate the globe?

And all its many intersections

When a man is totally incapable

Of ever asking for directions

CHRISTMAS PICKUP # 4

 

When you’re on the pull

If you want to break the ice

Say something funny

Or say something nice

Be complimentary

Or just lie in your endeavour

Be devastatingly witty

Or say something clever

During the Christmas season

Just say “I would love

To show you the special toys

My elves make for

The big girls and boys”

OH MY DEAR MRS. CHRISTMAS

 

Oh, my dear Mrs. Christmas

You fill me with cheer

When I see you dressed

In all your Christmas gear

 

You look so tinsellicious

In the red velvet dress

With stockings to match

And I would like to stress

 

That I am looking forward

To seeing the silk underwear

And let’s not forget about

The little bit of white fur

REMEMBER DECEMBER

 

The chilly month of December

Is the time for us to remember

In the run up to Christmas

Those who went before us

Loved ones and dear friends

Whose influence still wends

Shaping the form and style

Their memories making us smile

We remember the traditions

As they shared our celebrations

PUT A COIN IN THE BUCKET

 

Put a coin in the bucket

It doesn’t have to be big

Just a small token

That you won’t even miss

 

Put a coin in the bucket

Just drop it in

Or maybe a few

It’s good for your heart

 

Put a coin in the bucket

And shine a light

Into the darkest corner

Of a stranger’s life

 

Put a coin in the bucket

It’s nothing to you

But a bucket full of nothings

Will do a lot of good

I WISH YOU GOOD LUCK

 

I wish you Good luck

I wish you Good cheer

I wish you Good health

For the coming year

 

I wish you Good times,

I wish you great days

But I will never ever

Wish you Happy holidays

AS WE APPROACH ANOTHER YULE

 

As we approach another Yule

Its time I went off on the pull

Looking for a Christmas honey

Someone attractive and funny

And if I manage to attract her

I will pull a Christmas cracker

WE COULD HAVE

 

We could have raised a glass

With all the usual crowd

We could have gone to mums

And spent Christmas in Stroud

 

We could have jetted off

For sand and sea and sun

We could’ve gone to my bro’s

Were they have “lots of fun”

 

We could have stayed at home

And just had “a quiet one”

Laughing at the annual

Morecambe and Wise rerun

 

But we decided to avoid this year

The usual helter skelter

And help cook Christmas dinner

At the homeless shelter

MAY THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON

 

May this Christmas season

Be overflowing with Christmas spirit

Enough to banish all the Grinch’s

And the Ebenezer Scrooges

And make it a very merry Christmas

SCROOGE and MARLEY (Deceased) – STAVE 5 – THE END OF IT – Verses 1 to 2

 

A POEM by Paul Curtis, BASED ON THE STORY by

Charles Dickens “A CHRISTMAS CAROL”

 

VERSE 1 - REDEMPTION


 

Yes! And the bedpost was his own as was the bed

The room was his and the curtains on the bedstead

But the Best and happiest of all and most amazing

The Time before him was his, to make amends in!

“I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!”

He repeated, as he scrambled out of bed “I assure”

“The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.

On my knees I say it on my knees, old Jacob Marley!

Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this

He was fluttered and glowing and brimful of bliss

He had sobbed hard in his struggle with the spirit

And his face was wet with tears as evidence of it

He folded a bed-curtain about him as if held in a spell

Then he cried “They are not torn down, rings as well

They are here, I am here and the would be shadow 

Will be dispelled all the shadows will be! That I know”

All this time his hands busied with his shirt and gown

Pulling them inside out and turning them upside down,

Scrooge was both laughing and crying simultaneously

And the said “I don't know what to do! I don’t really”

“I am as light as a feather,” he said skipping with joy

“I’m happy as an angel, I’m merry as a schoolboy

I’m giddy as a drunken man” he staggered and twirled  

“Merry Christmas and happy New Year to the world!”

He had danced off into the sitting room in his excess

And was now standing there winded and breathless

“There's the saucepan that the gruel was in!” he cried

Setting off again, and dancing around about the fireside

“There's the door, by which Marley’s Ghost entered at

And the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present, sat

There's the window where I saw the wandering Spirits.

It’s all true, it all happened. And I haven’t lost my wits!”

He laughed heartily amazing for a man out of practice

It was a splendid illustrious laugh born of joy and bliss

Even he didn’t believe the brilliant laughter was his

Then he said, “I don't know what day of the month it is,”

“I don't know how long I've been among the Spirits

I don't know anything. And I don't care.” He admits

He was halted suddenly by the church bells ringing out

The lustiest peals he had ever heard without any doubt

He ran to the window, opened it, and put out his head.

No fog, no mist, but clear, bright, stirring, cold instead

Golden sunlight; heavenly sky; sweet fresh air, glorious

And the merry-bells pealed out oh, glorious Christmas!

Scrooge called down to a boy in Sunday clothes, “Hey!”

Scrooge paused to chuckle “You boy what’s to-day?”

“Eh?” returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.

“What's to-day, my fine fellow?” Scrooge called louder

“To-day?” replied the boy. “Why, it’s Christmas Day.”

“I haven't missed it.” Scrooge said “it’s Christmas day!

The Spirits have managed to do it all in one night

Well they can do anything they like, that’s right

Yes of course they can. Hallo, my fine young fellow!”

“Hallo!” returned the boy still standing down below

“Do you know the Poulterer's, in the next street but one

On the corner?” he inquired smiling when he had done.

The boy replied a little puzzled “I should hope I did,”

“An intelligent boy!” said Scrooge. “A remarkable kid!

Do you know whether they’ve sold the prize Turkey?

That was hanging up there, the great big one obviously?”

The boy replied smartly “What, the one as big as me?”

“What a delightful boy!” said Ebeneezer laughing-ly

“It's a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my young fellow”

“It's hanging their now,” replied the boy. “That I know”

“Is it?” said Scrooge. “Go and buy it my young lad”

“What!” exclaimed the boy “You must be raving mad”

“No, no,” said Scrooge, “I am in earnest, Go and buy it,

Tell them to bring it here, and I will give an address for it”

At first the boy seemed a little reluctant to do the job

“Then come back with the man, and I'll give you a “bob”.

Do it under five minutes and I'll make it half-a-crown.”

The boy was off like a shot to find the Poulterer’s in town

“I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's!” Scrooge whispered low

And laughed heartily as the boy ran off through the snow

“It will be a surprise it's twice the size of Tiny Tim”

Sadly he reflected Bob would not suspect it sent by him


 

VERSE 2 – A POULTRY SUM AND TWO PORTLY GENTLEMEN

 


The hand he wrote the address in was not a steady one

But he wrote it and went down-stairs when it was done

As he stood, awaiting arrival of the Poulterer’s man

The knocker caught his eye, he thought how it all began

He touched it gently and admired its kind expression

The Turkey arrived and he labeled it with its destination

The Poulterer’s man was dispatched to Camden in a cab

And Scrooge duly paid half a crown out to the lad

Throughout his dealings with the Turkey and the boy

Scrooge chuckled unable to suppress his obvious joy

After shaving he dressed himself up all in his best

And at last got out into the streets and felt well blessed

People were by this time pouring forth to great extent

As they had when with the Ghost of Christmas Present

Scrooge walked with his hands behind him for a while

And he regarded every one with a most delighted smile

He looked so irresistibly pleasant that more than a few

Said, “Good morning, sir. A merry Christmas to you.”

Scrooge had not gone very far along his way when

Coming towards him he beheld the portly gentlemen

Who walked into his counting house on Christmas Eve

And said to him, “Scrooge and Marley's, I believe.”

A pang of regret crossed his heart as he recalled it

They may wish to avoid him he was forced to admit

But their displeasure he would just have to face

“My dear sir,” said Scrooge, quickening his pace,

And taking the older gentleman by both his hands

“How do you do. I hope you succeeded in your plans”

He then turned his attention to the other man’s partner

“It was very kind of you. A merry Christmas to you, sir!”

“Mr. Scrooge?” the man said his dislike obvious to view

“That’s my name, and I fear not a pleasant one to you

Allow me to ask your pardon. And have the goodness” 

Here Scrooge whispered in his ear and eased his distress

“Lord bless me!” he cried as if his breath were taken

“My dear Mr. Scrooge, are you serious? Am I mistaken?”

“If you please,” said Scrooge. “And not a farthing less.

A great many back-payments are included in it, I confess

Will you do me that favor?” Scrooge asked of them

“My dear sir,” said the other, shaking hands with him

“We don't know what to say to such munificence. Sir”

“Please say nothing,” He retorted “I would prefer”

“Come and see me. Will you come and see me?”

“We will!” they both cried who would do it clearly

“Thank you both, I am much obliged Bless you!”

After his meeting it was the church that he went to

He walked the streets watching people come and go

Sharing smiles and hello’s as they hurried to and fro

Scrooge found that everything could yield him pleasure

A simple walk gave him happiness beyond measure

IS SANTA CLAUS REALLY A WOMAN # 2

Is Santa Claus really a woman?

Why has this not come up before?

If it were left to a man everything

Would come from the corner store

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 332

 

Flour of England, fruit of Spain,

Met together in a shower of rain;

Let’s make Christmas pudding again

REMEMBRANCE SHINES

Remembrance shines most

Bright, like the Christmas candlelight,

During the Christmas rite

KEEP THE SPIRIT

 

Try to keep the spirit

Of Christmas true in your heart

Every day of the year

PANTER CLAUS

 

We’ll have a quiet night in

So let the festivities begin

I think it really is a thriller

To have you as a stocking filler

Do you think it shocking?

To want you in my stocking

But I’ll fill you with joy

If you’ll be my sex toy

I can be your secret Santa

You can be my sultry panter

A bit of festive rough and tumble

Ok then just a quick fumble

I thought you’d be up for a goose

They all said you were loose

Then you’re not a sure thing?

And you don’t swing?

No please don’t go home yet

I’m the best offer you’ll get

Sod it another quiet night in

Let the celibacies begin

EVERYONE IS SO HAPPY

 

Everyone is so happy

Damn them all to hell

But I drank too much last night

And today I feel unwell

 

The cheerful souls

Can’t abide to see a frown

And want me to turn

My frown upside down

 

At first, I decided

That I would merely scoff

But it didn’t work

So, I told them to piss off

CHRISTMAS PICKUP # 3

 

When you’re on the pull

If you want to break the ice

Say something funny

Or say something nice

Be complimentary

Or just lie in your endeavour

Be devastatingly witty

Or say something clever

During the Christmas season

Walk up to them and say sweetly

“Hey Angel, Shouldn't you

Be on top of the tree?”

LITTLE BOXES

 

Little parcels by the fireside

Little parcels wrapped in pretty paper

Little parcels by the fireside

Little labels all the same


There's a round one and a square one

And a long one and a squishy one,

And they're all wrapped in pretty paper

Little labels all the same

 

And the people in their houses

All sit beside the Christmas tree

And one un-wraps a pretty parcel

Then the others do the same

 

So the round one and the square one

And the long one and the squishy one,

That were all wrapped in pretty paper

Christmas presents is the name

THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS TIME

The magic of Christmas time

Is all the good will it brings

But sadly, it gets packed away

With the other Christmas things

SCROOGE and MARLEY (Deceased) – STAVE 4 – THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS – Verses 6 to 7

 A POEM by Paul Curtis, BASED ON THE STORY by

Charles Dickens “A CHRISTMAS CAROL”

 

VERSE 6 – BACK IN CAMDEN TOWN

 


Now the only emotion that the phantom could show

Caused by the death, was only one of pleasure though 

“Let me see some tenderness connected with a death,”

Said Scrooge; “Some tenderness spirit is my request”

The Ghost conducted him through alley and street

Road, lane and thoroughfare all of them familiar to his feet

And as they went along, Scrooge looked here and there

To find himself, but he could not see himself anywhere

They reached poor Bob Cratchit's humble house again 

And found around the fire sat mother and children

It was Quiet. Very quiet unnaturally so in Scrooges views

Even The noisy little Cratchit’s were as still as statues

Sat in a corner, looking up at Peter, who was reading

The mother and her daughters were engaged in sewing

It was very quiet as he read from the book before him

“And he took a child, and set him in the midst of them.”

The mother laid her work upon the table at her side

Put her hand to her face to hide the tear she’d cried

“The color hurts my eyes,” she said to the children 

Then Mrs. Cratchit said, “They're better now again,

Sewing by candlelight makes them weak rather

And I wouldn't want to show weak eyes to your father

Not for the world I wouldn’t” she heard a bell chime

“No not when he comes home, it must be near his time.”

“Past it rather,” Peter answered, shutting up his book.

Then he walked to the window so that he could look

Then he said “But I think he's walked a little slower

These last few evenings, than he used to, mother”

They were quiet again. Until she broke the silence

And in a steady, cheerful voice, only faltering once

“I have known him walk with Tiny Tim on his shoulder

Very fast indeed.” “And so have I, often” cried Peter

“And so have I,” exclaimed another. So had they all.

“He was very light to carry,” she continued to recall

Resuming her work, “And his father loved him so,

That it was no trouble” she faltered “No trouble, no”

“There your father at the door!” continued the mother

She hurried to meet him as Bob stood in his comforter

He sat beside the fire as his wife prepared some tea

And they all tried to settle him down comfortably

Then the two young Cratchit’s got up on his knees

And each child kissed his cheek to set him at ease

He feigned good cheer and spoke to them all pleasantly

And Bob saw their work and he praised the industry

And the speed that Mrs. Cratchit and the girls display

He said they would be done long before next Sunday

“Sunday Robert! You went to-day, then?” she said

“Yes I went their today, my dear,” Bob responded

“I wish you had come, you could have seen It then

Seen how green a place it is but you'll see it often.

I promised him that I would walk there on a Sunday”

His words deserted him then and he could only say

“My little, little child!” cried Bob. “My little son!”

He broke down the loss was to great of his little one

He couldn't help it. It was the price of feeling love

He left the room, and went up to the room above,

Which was lit cheerfully, and hung with Christmas.

And he entered and saw the cause of his distress

There was a chair set close beside the child’s bed

And he composed himself and kissed the little head

When he was reconciled to the loss of his little son

He went down stairs content to be with everyone

They drew about the fire, and huddled against the chill

And talked at length the girls and mother working still

Bob told them of the act of extraordinary kindness

By Mr. Scrooge's nephew who witnessed his distress

When they had met that very day in Camden town

And noticing that Bob looked more than a little down

Inquired what had happened to distress Bob Cratchit

“And as he is a nice fellow” said Bob, “I told him all of it.

'I am heartily sorry for it, Mr. Cratchit’, he said to me,

'And heartily sorry for your good wife most heartily’.

“By the bye, how he ever knew that, I don't know.”

“Knew what, my dear?” she said continuing to sew

“Why, that you were a good wife,” Bob said warmly

“Everybody knows that,” said Peter very proudly

“Very well observed,” cried Bob. “I hope they do.

'Heartily sorry,' he said, 'sorry for the both of you.

If I can be of service to you in any way,' said he,

Giving me his card, 'I live here. Pray come to me.”

It really seemed as if he knew our Tiny Tim, and felt it”

“I'm sure he's a good dear soul,” said Mrs. Cratchit.

“I shouldn't be at all surprised so mark what I say,”

Bob said, “If he got Peter a better situation one day

And Peter will make his way in some way or other

But however and whenever we part from one another,

I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim”

“Never, father!” cried them all. “We’ll never forget him”

“I know, my dears, that when we recollect how patient

And how mild he was and how happy and content

And although he was a little, little child we shall not

Easily quarrel, among ourselves” Bob said “and forget

Poor Tiny Tim in doing it.” “No, never!” they all said

“I am very happy,” said Bob, “I am very contented!”

Mrs. Cratchit kissed him; his daughters kissed him,

The two young Cratchit’s kissed him and he kissed them

Peter shook his father’s hands and gave a foppish nod

Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish essence was from God


 

VERSE 7 – WRITING ON THE STONE

 


“Spectre! Something tells me but I don’t know how”

Said Scrooge “That our parting moment is at hand now

Tell me what man that was whom we saw lying dead?”

The spirit did not speak yet conveyed him on instead

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come led him, as before

Through a different time, to another place in the future

“This court,” said Scrooge, “Is a very familiar location

And that’s my counting house and place of occupation

Spirit of the future let me behold what I shall be

In the days to come and see what becomes of me”

The Spirit stopped but the hand pointed elsewhere.

“It’s here” He exclaimed. “Why do you point there?”

But the bony spectral finger continued to point away

Scrooge rushed over to his office window anyway

He looked in, It was an office still, but not his own

The furniture was not the same and décor unknown

And the figure in the chair was not Scrooge clearly

The Phantom just pointed as before disinterestedly

Scrooge rejoined it once again and they continued

Until through iron gates a churchyard he viewed

Here than in a churchyard the man who lay dead

Under the sheet now lay beneath the earth instead

The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed to one

Scrooge advanced to it trembling, as it must be done

“Spirit before I draw nearer to that stone’s location,”

Pleaded Scrooge, “Answer me just one question.

Are these the shadows of the things that will be,

Or are they shadows of things that May be, only?”

Still the Ghost pointed to the grave it was stood by

Despite no response Scrooge was resigned to try

“Men's courses will foreshadow,” he began to plead

Certain ends, which, if persevered in, they must lead,”

“But if the courses be departed from, the ends will be

Changed, Say it is thus with what you show me.”

Scrooge crept towards the grave trembling madly

And read on the cold stone, Ebeneezer Scrooge. R.I.P. 

“Am I that man who lay upon the bed?” he cried,

Slumped to his knees he begged the spirit to confide 

The finger went from the grave to him and back again.

“No, Spirit! Please don’t send me to that dark domain”

“Good Spirit!” he cried, clutching at its robe tightly,

The finger still was there pointing. “Spirit hear me”

I’m not the man I was and I won’t be that man again

That I must have been but for this spiritual campaign

Why show me this, if I am past all hope good spirit?” 

“Oh Good Spirit,” he pursued and fell down before it

“Assure me that, by an altered life, you guarantee

I may change these shadows you have shown me.”

Then Scrooge with his hands trembling held his head

“I will honor Christmas in my heart”, Scrooge said

And I will try to keep it all the year you can be sure

I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future

And within me shall strive The Spirits of all Three

I will not shut out the lessons that they teach me

Oh, please tell me” Scrooge cried in a pleading tone

That I may sponge away the writing on this stone!”

In his agony, he caught the spectral hand of the spirit

It sought to free itself, but he was strong, and held it

The Spirit, stronger, shook him and left him prostrate

He held up his hands in a last prayer to save his fate

He saw a change in hood and dress of his spirit host

It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled into a bedpost